Any clues? No contacts for a week. Fugly in Christmas photos 2010. I'm itchy and uncomfortable but trying to keep the Christmas cheer alive. The cure for lack of Christmas cheer: PIE.

Also, I'm visiting family in West Texas. For those of you around the country, I mean the real Texas, like John Wayne's Texas. I'm in Ozona, my dad's hometown. It's a fun departure from my norm. Also, my last grandparent is here, Ma-Maw. She's pretty much the sweetest person I know. Here's a map of where I am:

Meanwhile, manfriend is on the other side of the equator, in Bogota, Columbia (2,534 miles from Ozona, TX). He's vacationing there visiting one of our college friends. I'm jealous...like whoa. But, I wouldn't trade Christmas for it any day. I can't discuss this trip too much, it's been WWIII between us. But, he seems to be having a blast down there. Send him your happiest internet vibes. Please pray that he isn't getting hijacked, or robbed, or mugged...or high. I don't know if you've ever heard, but sometimes unsafe things happen there. I'm trying to block it out and focus on Christmasy-ness. And pie.